Beginning Arithmancy: Lesson 4

[Rebecca Davenport]

The class was a small one, but none the less a good one. If anything, the number of students (or lack thereof) contributed to the focus, and Becca was looking forward to another interesting conversation with the Beginning Arithmancer(s).

The standard chart was on the front board, though she was pretty sure it had been memorized by this time. Of course, one never knew.

The professor sat at her desk, surprisingly neither reading nor grading papers. At the moment, she was trying to bottle feed a small kitten, a sad little creature she had found wandering the halls. She wasn't sure who it belonged to, but whoever was in charge of its care had been doing a deplorable job. The Magizoologist suspected that a student's cat had unknowingly had a litter and no one really knew this particular furball even existed much less was missing.

[Dariusz Greenbaum]

Dariusz walked into class a few minutes before the bell rang, having come from a quiet lunch over a book. He had been looking forward to Arithmancy class, having read the coursework that was sent to his home while he was looking after his mother, but never able to have a proper conversation with teacher. He had particularly wondered if arithmancy could be used to give properly made magical clocks a divinatory function in addition to a tracking time, people, and conditions.

It was this stream of thought that was interrupted when Dariusz entered the classroom to see a small lump of fur curled up in the teacher's arms. For a moment, he stood in the doorway, staring at it with his mouth slightly open. Then, realizing he had frozen, he shook off his shock and addressed the teacher. "Good day - Professor Davenport, yes?" he asked, making certain. The Pythagorean number chart was on the board, but he had seen earlier that day that looks could be deceiving. He glanced down at the kitten, then up at the teacher again, nervous.

[Rebecca Davenport]

Becca looked up from her small charge as the boy walked in. "Mr. Greenbaum, I presume?" she asked with a smile. He was the face she didn't know that probably matched the new name on her class list.

"We have a small class so I think we'll just review if that's alright with you?" she asked, standing and moving around to the from of her desk, still cradling the kitten. "I understand that you've been studying the basics of the class while you've been at home? So let's start with your character number then."

[Rebecca Davenport]

{no points given. class dismissed}